Chapter 423 Maeve’s Vengeful Return
Old Mr. Lenoir let out a deep sigh and then commanded Greg, “Gather everyone back.”
Greg turned around and headed back to the living room. “Please come inside, everyone.”
Twenty minutes later, the members of the Lenoir family arrived.
Tristan’s jaw dropped as he stared in shock at the woman before him; her face was so contorted it barely resembled a human. “What… What is this?”
“A monster!”
“She scared the life out of me!”
“Is that so?”
Maeve chuckled softly, wheeling her wheelchair and deliberately spinning it a couple of times in front of Tristan. “I remember when we were kids, you used to enjoy playing with me, cousin.”
Tristan was so shocked that he nearly fell to the ground.
“You… you’re Maeve?” he stammered.
“Yes,”
The woman replied indifferently, stopping beside the sofa and glancing at Cherise’s pale face.
“Aren’t you supposed to be dead?”
Tristan’s eyes widened in disbelief. “You… you’re alive?” he gasped.
“What? My beloved cousin isn’t happy that I’m alive?”
Maeve said with a faint smile. “Well, I can understand.”
“You don’t seem too happy that I’m still alive,” Maeve said icily.
“Everyone seems to think that all of the Lenoir wealth belongs exclusively to the Lenoir members,” she continued.
“Neither I, my brother, nor my parents can compete with you for it.”
Wanda stood next to her and rolled her eyes contemptuously. “Maeve, considering the state of your throat, perhaps it’s wise to keep your words to a minimum”
“Your face might be terrifying, but at least your voice still works.”
“Keep babbling, and I’m afraid you’ll lose the ability to speak in the future,” Wanda continued
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derisively.
Maeve scoffed, “Aunt Wanda worries too much.”
“Even if you die, I won’t lose my speaking ability
Old Mr. Lenoir’s frown deepened upon hearing the biting, cold sarcasm.
“That’s enough!” Old Mr. Lenoir bellowed.
Old Mr. Lenoir’s cane struck the ground with a resounding thud. “We haven’t seen each other for so many years!”
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